Starts as a feeling pure, This vitreous second sight Without hallucinating, hating, Captive of a future bright Fortune telling- Honours for madmen only! Through the looking glass, And when the glass looks back. Why is everything to be denied? That could make life a little bright. Horrors guessing, exceptional, Through details all revived. Aligned in the death wish prismal The cry编辑于2008/05/24更新